Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
She matches the grin, looking over to the owlbear remains “Well what do ya have here?”
"A little project I am working on!" She giggles
“Oh ya can make a fantastic meal with some of these.” She says, moving her hand through the organs, seeming to focus on that “Do you know a snake demon?” She asks.
She sticks out her tongue "Yes, he is my friend."
*Back now, sorry.*
“Well I think I like him a lot,” She says with a soft smile, her eyes focused on the body, taking out the heart “Do you mind if I eat this?”
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
She matches the grin, looking over to the owlbear remains “Well what do ya have here?”
"A little project I am working on!" She giggles
“Oh ya can make a fantastic meal with some of these.” She says, moving her hand through the organs, seeming to focus on that “Do you know a snake demon?” She asks.
She sticks out her tongue "Yes, he is my friend."
*Back now, sorry.*
“Well I think I like him a lot,” She says with a soft smile, her eyes focused on the body, taking out the heart “Do you mind if I eat this?”
She shrugs and nods "Free country for the most part, have at it." She cackles and wipes a tear from her eye "You like him hm?"
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
*That would be cool. I wanna play Cursebutcher some more, so maybe Sparrow. I don't think Rag would take too kindly to what is effectively a demon from Demon Slayer.*
*Eh, Rag’s a pretty patient guy, but he probably would crush his skull, heal it, and then crush it again. Whoever you want I’ll be happy to provide.*
*Sorry, discovered Hairo and went down a rabbit hole. I'd like Sparrow.*
Cursebutcher is walking down the street, a duffle bag over his shoulder dripping with blood and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Many wounded undead lie on the ground behind him among their scattered weapons, some of them expiring and returning to the spirit realm.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
She matches the grin, looking over to the owlbear remains “Well what do ya have here?”
"A little project I am working on!" She giggles
“Oh ya can make a fantastic meal with some of these.” She says, moving her hand through the organs, seeming to focus on that “Do you know a snake demon?” She asks.
She sticks out her tongue "Yes, he is my friend."
*Back now, sorry.*
“Well I think I like him a lot,” She says with a soft smile, her eyes focused on the body, taking out the heart “Do you mind if I eat this?”
She shrugs and nods "Free country for the most part, have at it." She cackles and wipes a tear from her eye "You like him hm?"
She unhinges her mouth, eating the heart whole, visible as it goes down her throat before she says “I’m sure I do, somethin’ ‘bout him…”
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
Scott watches from afar, eyes a light orange color. Suddenly the world seems to shift as his brown sweater turns into a brown leather coat and his dress pants into black jeans. He walks over and grins, a cigarette forming between his teeth, The Writer now in full force.
*That would be cool. I wanna play Cursebutcher some more, so maybe Sparrow. I don't think Rag would take too kindly to what is effectively a demon from Demon Slayer.*
*Eh, Rag’s a pretty patient guy, but he probably would crush his skull, heal it, and then crush it again. Whoever you want I’ll be happy to provide.*
*Sorry, discovered Hairo and went down a rabbit hole. I'd like Sparrow.*
Cursebutcher is walking down the street, a duffle bag over his shoulder dripping with blood and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Many wounded undead lie on the ground behind him among their scattered weapons, some of them expiring and returning to the spirit realm.
*Sparrow you get.*
Sparrow is polishing Rosemary, because that’s what he has to do, he cares deeply for his weapon, having been connected to his old gang, one of the only connections he had had left to them for a long time. He sees Cursebutcher “Do ya need help with some o’ that pardner?”
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
She matches the grin, looking over to the owlbear remains “Well what do ya have here?”
"A little project I am working on!" She giggles
“Oh ya can make a fantastic meal with some of these.” She says, moving her hand through the organs, seeming to focus on that “Do you know a snake demon?” She asks.
She sticks out her tongue "Yes, he is my friend."
*Back now, sorry.*
“Well I think I like him a lot,” She says with a soft smile, her eyes focused on the body, taking out the heart “Do you mind if I eat this?”
She shrugs and nods "Free country for the most part, have at it." She cackles and wipes a tear from her eye "You like him hm?"
She unhinges her mouth, eating the heart whole, visible as it goes down her throat before she says “I’m sure I do, somethin’ ‘bout him…”
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
Scott watches from afar, eyes a light orange color. Suddenly the world seems to shift as his brown sweater turns into a brown leather coat and his dress pants into black jeans. He walks over and grins, a cigarette forming between his teeth, The Writer now in full force.
As Leo is looking around, he spot Scott approaching. “Greetings sir.” Leo says in a friendly manner. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know of any vacant spaces that would be alright to…um…set up something rather large would you?”
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
Scott watches from afar, eyes a light orange color. Suddenly the world seems to shift as his brown sweater turns into a brown leather coat and his dress pants into black jeans. He walks over and grins, a cigarette forming between his teeth, The Writer now in full force.
As Leo is looking around, he spot Scott approaching. “Greetings sir.” Leo says in a friendly manner. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know of any vacant spaces that would be alright to…um…set up something rather large would you?”
The Writer tilts it's head, his eyes glittering the same color as the cigarette cherry that is lit "A bit my friend, a bit." He says and tilts his head "Or should I say 'friends' ?"
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
"He isn't a good guy but he has a heart, if that's believable." She grins "You'll do amazing my dear, you are fierce!" She bares sharp teeth.
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
"He isn't a good guy but he has a heart, if that's believable." She grins "You'll do amazing my dear, you are fierce!" She bares sharp teeth.
*Lol, the scary women are multiplying.*
“I surely can. He seems like the type, even if he doesn’t want to be.” She begins skinning the owlbear with a claw, his constellations shifting along her arm “Well thank ya!”
*Fr, it’s great, there wasn’t enough of them before.*
*Sorry, discovered Hairo and went down a rabbit hole. I'd like Sparrow.*
Cursebutcher is walking down the street, a duffle bag over his shoulder dripping with blood and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Many wounded undead lie on the ground behind him among their scattered weapons, some of them expiring and returning to the spirit realm.
*Sparrow you get.*
Sparrow is polishing Rosemary, because that’s what he has to do, he cares deeply for his weapon, having been connected to his old gang, one of the only connections he had had left to them for a long time. He sees Cursebutcher “Do ya need help with some o’ that pardner?”
He takes the cigarette out. "Not in the usual sense. Might be nice to clear out some space, though. You hungry?" He drops the bag, the cigarette getting knocked out of his hand by the strap. He takes a knee and opens the bag, revealing raw meat and ice.
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
"He isn't a good guy but he has a heart, if that's believable." She grins "You'll do amazing my dear, you are fierce!" She bares sharp teeth.
*Lol, the scary women are multiplying.*
“I surely can. He seems like the type, even if he doesn’t want to be.” She begins skinning the owlbear with a claw, his constellations shifting along her arm “Well thank ya!”
*Fr, it’s great, there wasn’t enough of them before.*
*More scary women.*
She bows and kisses the top of her head "Blesses on your journey."
*Sorry, discovered Hairo and went down a rabbit hole. I'd like Sparrow.*
Cursebutcher is walking down the street, a duffle bag over his shoulder dripping with blood and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Many wounded undead lie on the ground behind him among their scattered weapons, some of them expiring and returning to the spirit realm.
*Sparrow you get.*
Sparrow is polishing Rosemary, because that’s what he has to do, he cares deeply for his weapon, having been connected to his old gang, one of the only connections he had had left to them for a long time. He sees Cursebutcher “Do ya need help with some o’ that pardner?”
He takes the cigarette out. "Not in the usual sense. Might be nice to clear out some space, though. You hungry?" He drops the bag, the cigarette getting knocked out of his hand by the strap. He takes a knee and opens the bag, revealing raw meat and ice.
He walks over, looking closer to the bag “I could do something with this, I know some people who would certainly would like to have some of this.” He makes a gesture, and is holding a similar bag, his gloves glowing. He takes out some of the ice, crunching into it.
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
Scott watches from afar, eyes a light orange color. Suddenly the world seems to shift as his brown sweater turns into a brown leather coat and his dress pants into black jeans. He walks over and grins, a cigarette forming between his teeth, The Writer now in full force.
As Leo is looking around, he spot Scott approaching. “Greetings sir.” Leo says in a friendly manner. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know of any vacant spaces that would be alright to…um…set up something rather large would you?”
The Writer tilts it's head, his eyes glittering the same color as the cigarette cherry that is lit "A bit my friend, a bit." He says and tilts his head "Or should I say 'friends' ?"
Leo looks a bit surprised, but not too bothered by the inquiry. “Wow, most people don’t clock it so quickly. It’s the talking to myself that gave it away hm?” Leo chuckles. “Leonardo Taylorson, but I just go by Leo. What’s your name?”
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
"He isn't a good guy but he has a heart, if that's believable." She grins "You'll do amazing my dear, you are fierce!" She bares sharp teeth.
*Lol, the scary women are multiplying.*
“I surely can. He seems like the type, even if he doesn’t want to be.” She begins skinning the owlbear with a claw, his constellations shifting along her arm “Well thank ya!”
*Fr, it’s great, there wasn’t enough of them before.*
*More scary women.*
She bows and kisses the top of her head "Blesses on your journey.
*Of course.*
She returns the gesture with a polite curtsy, despite her attire “An’ blessings ta yers with Sparrow.”
*Cool, I’ll get it and we can continue. I’ll never mind.*
She shrugs and nods "Free country for the most part, have at it." She cackles and wipes a tear from her eye "You like him hm?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Leo is looking around for a wide open space that is vacant, holding a what looks to be a small purple marble that is glowing. Despite its small size, it is radiating an immense amount of arcane energy his eyes dart to the left as he talks to himself. “Yeah, I know Asada. I’d hate to have to explain to the authorities why and how a giant tower came out of nowhere and caused any property damage”
*Sorry, discovered Hairo and went down a rabbit hole. I'd like Sparrow.*
Cursebutcher is walking down the street, a duffle bag over his shoulder dripping with blood and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Many wounded undead lie on the ground behind him among their scattered weapons, some of them expiring and returning to the spirit realm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She unhinges her mouth, eating the heart whole, visible as it goes down her throat before she says “I’m sure I do, somethin’ ‘bout him…”
Scott watches from afar, eyes a light orange color. Suddenly the world seems to shift as his brown sweater turns into a brown leather coat and his dress pants into black jeans. He walks over and grins, a cigarette forming between his teeth, The Writer now in full force.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sparrow you get.*
Sparrow is polishing Rosemary, because that’s what he has to do, he cares deeply for his weapon, having been connected to his old gang, one of the only connections he had had left to them for a long time. He sees Cursebutcher “Do ya need help with some o’ that pardner?”
"I wish you luck my friend, he is weird." She grins "But he is the one who has helped me out a lot."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
As Leo is looking around, he spot Scott approaching. “Greetings sir.” Leo says in a friendly manner. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know of any vacant spaces that would be alright to…um…set up something rather large would you?”
She matches the grin, cackling “I would be lyin’ if I ain’t weird myself. It isn’t hard for me ta believe he’s a good guy, maybe that’s why I like ‘em so much.”
*If you can believe it, Merabelle is inspired by Stroth.*
The Writer tilts it's head, his eyes glittering the same color as the cigarette cherry that is lit "A bit my friend, a bit." He says and tilts his head "Or should I say 'friends' ?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"He isn't a good guy but he has a heart, if that's believable." She grins "You'll do amazing my dear, you are fierce!" She bares sharp teeth.
*Lol, the scary women are multiplying.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I surely can. He seems like the type, even if he doesn’t want to be.” She begins skinning the owlbear with a claw, his constellations shifting along her arm “Well thank ya!”
*Fr, it’s great, there wasn’t enough of them before.*
He takes the cigarette out. "Not in the usual sense. Might be nice to clear out some space, though. You hungry?" He drops the bag, the cigarette getting knocked out of his hand by the strap. He takes a knee and opens the bag, revealing raw meat and ice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*More scary women.*
She bows and kisses the top of her head "Blesses on your journey."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He walks over, looking closer to the bag “I could do something with this, I know some people who would certainly would like to have some of this.” He makes a gesture, and is holding a similar bag, his gloves glowing. He takes out some of the ice, crunching into it.
Leo looks a bit surprised, but not too bothered by the inquiry. “Wow, most people don’t clock it so quickly. It’s the talking to myself that gave it away hm?” Leo chuckles. “Leonardo Taylorson, but I just go by Leo. What’s your name?”
*Of course.*
She returns the gesture with a polite curtsy, despite her attire “An’ blessings ta yers with Sparrow.”
*I is back*
KK is by the Inn, looking for Charlie.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)